Three dollars in the gas tank, forty-nine cent burrito, a paper cup of water from the bathroom sink; I sit on the curb, eating my breakfast, and listening to Javier, sing. Every so often a car pulls up; Javie… Read full post »

It was after midnight when a throaty growl and shuffling ruckus woke me. Feeling tough or at least bad-ass as possible when you’re doped on Tylenol PM, and wearing Snoopy jammies. I bolted from bed and padded to the window to investigate. Brushing aside the sheer I cautiously lift/… Read full post »

“Don’t lick that!” Grandma snapped. “You nuts? It’s got shlack on it!"  It wasn’t the first time I’d been warned about the toxic hazards of ingesting shlack. Every December, my grandmother toted her gingerbread hous… Read full post »

It’s four o’clock in the morning. I’m slumped in a corner booth at Klein’s.  It’s been a heck-of-a-night, but I got a wad of cash in my purse and the coffee’s hot. Joint’s empty, with the exception of a couple ol’ timers chatting up t/… Read full post »